哦，多么新奇的话语啊
四月最后的日子把我带到这儿。
你知道，在我的心中和思想里，
留下的都是那个圣周的敬畏吗。
我没听到钟声，
在蔚蓝的河里悲悼，
但这青铜品发笑--七天了--
或哭喊着，像这流淌的银河。
而且，悲伤地在我面前隐去
和宿命前的分离一样
我正在等待她的节奏，
称作自从”磨难之后。
Oh, what the unconventional words
April’s last days brought to me here.
You knew that in my heart and thoughts,
Is left that Holy Week of fear.
I was not hearing the knells,
Deploring in the azure-river,
But the bronze laugh – for seven days –
Or crying, like the flowing silver.
And, sadly hiding off my face,
Like before fateful separation,
I was in waiting for the pace
Of her, called since ‘Excruciation’.
